61| I want you

Orla's POV

When I didn't respond to him, his thumb stroked exactly where I wanted him to.

This man is messing with my body, and the worst part is that he knows exactly what he is doing.

"Should I?" As he pressed my clitoris, he inquired once again.

I couldn't help but nod in approval because I was so turned on and all I wanted was to release this tension as soon as possible.

He smiled broadly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against my womanhood. As I finally got what I wanted, my head fell back and my eyes closed on their own.

When his tongue began doing unimaginable things to me, I couldn't stop myself. My fingers interlaced in his hair, and I pushed his face deeper into mine, which encouraged him, and the pace of his tongue quickened, pushing me over the edge.

His tongue continued to work while his finger entered me, which was enough to bring me to my climax as I was already on the edge when he fell.

My grip on his hair loosened, and he lashed out like a hungry beast as my